The night is very dark.

From the first step into Mu's house, Mu Juebing felt an unusual pressure coming towards her.

All the servants were crowded in the living room, anxiously waiting for orders from upstairs. Each of them looked solemn, with deep uneasiness and fear in their eyes, for fear that bad news would be uploaded from upstairs in the next second.

Come……

Although the living room was crowded, no one spoke, and it was so quiet that you couldn't even hear breathing. This strange silence made Mu Juebing's heart suddenly tighten and he slowed down his pace.

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Look! The young master is back!!"

The next second, everyone's eyes fell on him.

The originally quiet servants suddenly became excited, and all of their eyes flashed with great joy, as if they saw hope again...

"The young master is back!"

"The young master is really back!!"

"Madam, Miss, the young master is back!!!"

… …

Mu Juebing looked at this scene, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised slightly, revealing a very cold smile.

"Young Master" was heard repeatedly in his ears, almost more than he had heard in the past ten years. In the past, when he was forgotten in the small house at the far end of the yard, did anyone pay attention to him or call him?

"Young Master"? Today, he just came back to see Mu Qingyun for the last time, but these people regarded him as a savior...

Do they think that if the "young master" comes back, Mu Qingyun will not die?! How ridiculous!!

Stepping on the passage where the servants consciously separated, he strode towards the stairs.

As soon as I went upstairs, I found Leng Qiuqin already waiting at the stairs.

"Xiao Bing." Her face was pale, with tears in her eyes, but she still looked surprised when she saw him, "Are you finally back?"

"I just came back to see if he was dead?"

Dodging her hand to help him, Mu Jue said coldly.

Leng Qiuqin's arms suddenly froze in the air, and she looked at him in shock: "Xiao Bing..."

"Didn't you say that you are about to die?" Mu Juebing turned away and never looked at her seriously from the beginning to the end. He opened his thin lips lightly and said, "I think if you keep blocking the road like this, I won't even have to look at her for the last time.

Look!"

"Oh...your dad...is in the bedroom..."

Leng Qiuqin turned sideways and got out of the way. She reluctantly smiled at him, but her originally pale face turned even worse.

Mu Juebing passed her without hesitation and walked towards the bedroom door.

Standing by the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped. This was the first time he had entered this bedroom since he moved into the Mu family villa - the bedroom where his father and another woman slept every night.

There were faint sobs inside, and his cold eyes were slightly stunned. Mu Juebing pursed his lips and pushed the door open.

Mu Qingyun was seen lying on the bed in the center of the room, with an oxygen mask on his face and his chest covered with gauze, but he could still see bright red blood seeping out.

Mu Bingcheng and Zhan Tian were kneeling beside him, their faces full of pain.

"elder brother--"

When she saw it was him, Xiao Cheng, who burst into tears, turned around and called him. Her eyes were swollen like peaches, her voice was hoarse, and her tone was so broken that she could hardly hear it...
Chapter completed!